"Ritual." Wen Zheliu was already ready to use his brain, "Let's talk about what is being said."
He Qin laughed: "Leaving such a tiring job to your brother again?"
"I can't understand some words." Wen Zheliu's legs were crossed under the table. He rubbed He Qin's calf with his ankle and Quan Dang silently urged, "Speak quickly, speak quickly."
He Qin lightly rubbed his lips with his knuckles. He raised his eyebrows and did not immediately respond to Wen Zheliu's little move. He just lowered his thick eyelashes and focused his eyes on the paper. He considered it for a moment and said, "You His face cannot be seen, for if anyone sees his face he cannot live.”
"In the center of that dreamy city, there was a human figure dressed in long robes, with a white gauze crown hanging down to his feet. His head and hands were white, like doves, like sheep's milk, like snow, and his lips were as red as the calamity. The blood flows all over the day.”
"His garments were white as snow, like gold polished in a furnace, and his voice was the sound of a trumpet."
“As soon as I saw him, I fell at his feet, and he put his palm on my forehead and said, Don’t be afraid, for I am a martyr who bears thorns, and I have suffered, and I suffer now, forever and ever, with a thorn in my hand. The ancient snake that devours itself.”
"He said: Who can I send? Who can hear my call? I said: Here I am, please send me!"
He Qin paused, turned the page, and then said in a lazy and magnetic voice: "Then I heard the sound of the trumpet saying: My people, you must help this martyr, suffer with him, and suffer the consequences of his death." The disasters we suffered.”
"He is the destiny that was, is, and is to come. Whatever glory He will receive, pain and sorrow will be doubled for Him according to His deeds, for He will sit on the throne of all ages."
"But His believers, those who have always followed His robes, cannot endure the never-ending, endless cycle of violations, betrayal, tearing and destruction that He has endured. When they see the smoke that burns over Him, they will weep and wail for Him. .”
The second page was also turned. He Qin took a sip of water and slightly moistened his dry lips: "I said: Lamb, lion, snake, I would like to be the chalice in His hand into which the seven deadly sins are poured. As the blood of the twenty-four sons of men, The altar of red earth, the sun, moon and stars will also be turned upside down, and my bondage will be untied and become the first cornerstone for Him to step onto the throne."
"We move outside time, we exist within time, we were in the past, we are now, we will be forever, we move at the end of reincarnation, we move at the end of destiny."
The last paragraph came to an abrupt end, and the three pages had been completely translated.
Wen Zheliu didn't react for a moment. He looked at He Qin's eyebrows that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said blankly: "No?"
"Ah, no more." He Qin compiled several source documents slowly, "How long do you want to hear about cult stuff? Do you expect me to become a priest?"
Wen Zheliu scratched his hair angrily and blushed a little.
The handsome man in front of him wore gold-rimmed glasses with a strong sense of asceticism, and the thin black sweater with a high collar made him gentle and restrained. He was indeed somewhat similar to a self-sufficient clergyman. But his dark red thin lips opened and closed, and the small dark mole on them was like a snake's letter, spitting out fascinating light from the weird and mysterious cult texts.
"That, that..." Wen Zheliu plucked his hair again, "Then the ceremony..."
"Shh." He Qin gently raised his index finger, turned to the two people who were listening dumbfounded and said, "Did you all hear that?"
Hua Ying came back to his senses: "Listen... I heard it."
He Qin said: "As long as you heard it, there is no need for you to listen to the rest of the analysis results, right?"
Hua Ying: "Ah, ah... No need, no need!"
No matter how socially useless he is, he should understand what the other person means. So Hua Ying stood up very sensibly, packed his things, thanked him, and led Xue Wenshu away in a hurry.
Watching the two figures walking away, He Qin raised his hand, revealing the watch on his wrist, and looked at the time: "It's time for class to end soon. Can we wait until they come over?"
Wen Zheliu paid attention to the surroundings and saw that there were no mechanical mosquito bugs or anything like that. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the two people: "Okay, I'll call them."
The four of them planned to just drink potions and not eat. Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan came over with their bags on their backs after class. When Du Zijun came, he first observed the atmosphere between them. Seeing that the interaction between the two was more intimate than before, he knew that they had passed this level.
Xie Yuanyuan asked Wen Zheliu quietly: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
Wen Zheliu smiled and gave him an OK gesture, and Xie Yuanyuan also laughed: "It's okay! It's better to talk things out than anything else."
"How about it?" Du Zijun threw his bag on the table, "Have you found out everything?"
He Qin pushed the three pieces of paper and the draft to them, regardless of whether people could understand it or not: "That's it. If the Inquisition has not concealed anything, these are the complete translations."
Xie Yuanyuan didn't even feel hot in his chair, so he put his head over to read the translated manuscript. He bit his lip and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! This painting is so crooked that I can't understand it at all!"
Du Zijun glanced at him: "Isn't it marked with a translation for you?"
"Oh," Xie Yuanyuan touched his head, quickly looked closer, and then made a bitter face, "What kind of words are these? It's too difficult! I haven't passed Level 4 yet!"
"..." Du Zijun slowly turned his head, stared at his innocent little face, and said word for word: "It's incredible that in the 24th century, there are still college students who are worried about Level 4."
Xie Yuanyuan was so irritated by what he saw: "Damn, I'm only a freshman at the beginning of school. It's only natural that I failed, okay?"
Wen Zheliu laughed out loud to smooth things over: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It's really difficult. There are a lot of things I can't understand. But I know the meaning of Chinese, so I'll just explain it to you."
Then, relying on his memory, he repeated He Qin's translation just now to the two of them.
After listening to those three paragraphs, Du Zijun took the first page of the manuscript and fell into thinking for a rare moment.
"It's so obscure..." Xie Yuanyuan scratched his head and complained as he stared at the text he had just jotted down. "And there are too many adjectives and rhetoric, so it's not easy to refine the central idea."
Du Zijun said calmly: "There is nothing difficult to refine. Time, place, person, cause, process and result, just put it in."
After saying that, he also took out a ballpoint pen from his pen bag and began to summarize on the paper: "The time is unknown, the location is in the 'dream city center', the characters are 'I' and 'He', and there is a 'horn', The cause is unknown, the focus is on the process and consequences.”
He simply drew a circle on the paper: "'I' saw'him', and heard'him' say that he was a martyr, with an ancient snake wrapped around his hand that devoured himself. It was obvious that the identity of these two people was One of the believers was the Holy Nun—then the Holy Nun asked who would be my licking dog, and the believer said I was willing..."
Wen Zheliu's head was covered with black lines: "Hey, why did the licking dog suddenly appear?"
Du Zijun waved his hand impatiently: "It's just an appropriate code name. After all, there are no good consequences for licking the dog. After that, this bugle came out to brainwash people and said how difficult it was for the Holy Sisters to suffer so much, and the group of little ones below were The licking dog howled in sadness. This 'I' was obviously the most brainwashed one. His oath seemed high-spirited, but the subtext was probably just "Sister, we only have us, this time we will protect you" Sister' or something, and then..."
He paused, nodded and said, "Well, this ceremony is quite interesting."
Wen Zheliu and Xie Yuanyuan were both unable to complain. Only He Qin raised his head with interest and asked, "Did you see that it was a ceremony?"
"Yes." Du Zijun nodded, "When the blood of the twenty-four sons of men stains the altar of the earth red, and the sun, moon and stars will be turned upside down, my shackles will be released and become the first cornerstone for Him to step onto the throne. … The meaning of this statement seems to be that after twenty-four people are sacrificed, a certain seal will be opened.”
Xie Yuanyuan was confused: "But where to find twenty-four people? If it is talking about those who lost their lives playing games, there are only four missing teachers and students."
Wen Zheliu tapped his fingers on the table.
He suddenly raised his head, and his clear eyes collided with He Qin's profound eyes. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly thought of a key point!
"Number of people!" he shouted suddenly, "Yes, that's right, that's the number of people!"
Du Zijun immediately raised his head: "How about it? What's your opinion?"
Wen Zheliu squirmed restlessly on the chair, looking as if he was about to step on the table and pace around. He clicked on the picture on the wall and enlarged it for the remaining two people to see: "I had a conjecture before: What if there are more than this group of people who died?"
Du Zijun's brows jumped, and he almost touched the edge of the vague truth in an instant. His expression was solemn: "Continue."
"The missing teachers and students have long since died, and the scattered game venues are their burial places. The person who wrote the date of August 1x, 20xx on the wall simply cannot use so much blood to paint the wall! If, according to My guess is, what if in Haihe Middle School, more than the four people died because of games last year?"
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"The four missing people and the eight people rescued make a total of twelve people. Think of them as one group, and think of the other twelve people who died in unknown years and months as one group. Twenty-four people, the number is exactly right. Come on!"
Xie Yuanyuan was shocked by this somewhat bold conjecture. He stammered and said subconsciously: "But, you also said that this is a guess, and the evidence is still insufficient..."
"No," before hearing Zheliu's example, Du Zijun had already refuted him, "Even if it doesn't require too much evidence, this inference is at least 80% likely."
"Why?" Xie Yuanyuan said in surprise, "We have received no information about the other deceased at all. This is very baseless! Even if I deduce the process from the opposite direction and from the results, this is... Wait."
Halfway through his words, he seemed to suddenly realize something and suddenly got stuck.
Wen Zheliu said: "Did you find it?"
"We have all been misled by the process of the fourth world." He said softly, "It is not like the first three worlds. Even if some big bosses hide their identities, they are still following the players from the beginning. , involved in the player’s game process.
"But in the fourth world, there are supernatural mini-games one after another, just like small levels one after another, which inadvertently leads us to the wrong direction. It seems that as long as we get through the level to the end, it will be like the most ordinary RPG game. Same, push it to the big boss."
He considered it before spitting out the words that were rolling between his lips and teeth: "But, what if the boss of the fourth world is sealed from the beginning?"